My one week vacation starts today. I haven't had a vacation since October 2018. I would have taken this year's in October as well, but if you recall, I had a bit of a difficult time in October. I may have been out of work for a month, but it was full of the hurly-burly of crisis and waiting and in and out of hospitals; a time of recovery, but not exactly restful and relaxing. And of course it didn't include the things that soothe my soul the best - walking out in the woods and the countryside.
So this week I'll be out and about in the woods and along the country roads. Tomorrow I plan to walk out to Burnt Mill Road again to visit the yellow trestle bridge and the springhouse and the long-haired, long-horned Scottish cows. Part of what soothes my soul is old barns and cows; especially cows. So there will be a lot of that this week.
But walking in the woods is also a requirement for my relaxation, and I started with that today in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park. And after an extended period of almost Spring-like weather today was downright wintry - cold, overcast, with a stiff breeze and occasional snow showers. I needed to wear my furry ushanka hat and my shooter's mittens (fingerless gloves with flaps that turn them into mittens); with my leather jacket and my beard I looked like an 18th Century trapper in the far north, what I call my Jeremiah Johnson mode. But despite the cold I enjoyed myself and got some good shots. Come take a look.
Three of the park's resident feral cats were there to greet me to the wetland,but only this one stayed to keep an eye on me.
The moss and other greenery growing on this log caught my attention
A tangle of tree roots on the banks of the creek in the park
A reminder of mortality
A pair of domestic Muscovy ducks who seem to have taken permanent residence in the park
Winter stars - leftover husks of Calico Asters up on the meadow
A male Cardinal in a tree along the edge of the meadow
It's still officially Winter, and we have another month until the Spring Equinox, but during my walk in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park this morning I saw some definite signs of the coming change of season. See what you think.
The scenery seems to have a touch more color in it lately
The Grackles are back, which means the Red-winged Blackbirds are right behind them
A pair of Rainbow Trout in the Dykeman creek
Not a sign of Spring, I just like how the red boardwalk looks rising out of the wetland
There seem to be more Groundhogs appearing above-ground lately
Bach wrote four cantatas for Quinquagesima Sunday, called Estomihi in his time, the last Sunday before Lent. As concerted music was banned during Lent in Leipzig, Bach seems to have written some of his best work for that Sunday to compensate for the next four weeks without music. And today's cantata is especially significant - BWV 23, Du wahrer Gott und Davids Sons (Thou true God and son of David, Leipzig 1723). It's one of the pieces he wrote to audition for the job of cantor in Leipzig, so you know he'd put forward something pretty magnificent for the judges! Here's the late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music on this excellent cantata:
The
Cantata BWV 23 was one of the two works submitted
by Bach in his application for the cantor's job at
Leipzig. The other work, cantata BWV 22, is light and
not particularly intellectually demanding. BWV 23
is one of the densest and greatest of all the cantatas.
The duality of Christ's human and divine identity
is characterized by the two oboes d'amore and the
two high voices. The thorny, even awkward juxtaposition
of triple and duple meters in the opening duet is
a brilliant portrayal of the difficulty of the human
and the divine inhabiting one body. The tenor recitative
is accompanied by strings. Laid on top of it is the
modal chorale tune "Christe du Lamm Gottes." The
large chorus that follows is in a rondo character.
The chorus alternates with a tenor-bass duet. The
tenor and bass give the effect of balancing the soprano
and alto that opened the cantata. The cantata ends
with one of Bach's greatest and profoundest chorale
fantasias, a setting of the German Agnus Dei. The
chorale begins with some of the weightiest and most
ponderous music that Bach ever composed. One is almost
unaware how the guilt is lifted throughout the movement
which ends with a lightness and transparency never
anticipated by the opening.
I had an early errand this morning, a fasting blood test, so I was out and going while it was still dark. I got out of the clinic just at sunrise so I figured I'd walk through the park on the way home to see who else would be up that early. ((sigh)) No luck on deer or foxes or raccoons or minks or any other more nocturnal critters; they'd already gone off to bed. Oh well... Still I got some pictures worth keeping.
I came through the park in the reverse of my usual walk, so the meadow panorama was my first view
Two Mallard drakes in the creek where it goes under the railroad tracks
Another Song Sparrow in that Sycamore in the wetland
On my way out of the park I stopped to get my favorite shot of the "bridges" between the ball fields
What a day! Bright blue sky, temps in the 40s and heading up to 50ยบ F, it almost felt like Spring. Certainly the birds thought so; on my weekly walk in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park there was a veritable avian choir singing away - Cardinals, Red-bellied Woodpeckers, Carolina Wrens, Tufted Titmice, and Song Sparrows were the most evident. And the Daffodils that grow along the trail in the wetland are starting to spring up; just the stalks for now, no buds or blooms as yet. But for all that, there was still something of a bite in the air, and the temperature is supposed to go back down to seasonable norms for the rest of the week. Plus there were plenty of signs of continuing Winter along the trail - empty acorn cups and the last of the Winter berries hanging on for dear life. So here are some scenes from today's almost Spring.
This male Cardinal paused in his song to listen for a reply
A male Red-bellied Woodpecker drumming for a mate
I couldn't resist a shot of these empty acorn caps still hanging on the tree
The last of the Bittersweet berries are still hanging on for dear life
Meanwhile, the Daffodils along the nature trail are starting to sprout
A Song Sparrow singing away on a branch over the north duck pond
Bach wrote three cantatas for Sexagesima (60 days before Easter) Sunday, and I chose this interesting solo cantata for this year - BWV 181, Leichtgesinnte Flattergeister (Light-minded frivolous spirits, Leipzig 1724). Based on the Gospel lesson for the day, the parable of the sower sowing seed on different qualities of soil in Luke, the cantata starts off in a humorous mood in the opening aria and then proceeds to get more serious. Here's the late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music on this cantata:
Bach’s take on the parable from Luke is speculative and rather abstract.
He immediately jumps into the question of why, when given the choice
between the wise and the foolish, the good and the bad, man will make
the wrong choice. The German word “Flattergeister” is sometimes translated
as “flibbertigibbet.” The aria that opens with that phrase is one of
the few overtly humorous things in the Bach sacred cantatas. The wonderfully
patchy orchestration and the bouncy, un-centered vocal line is the perfect
portrayal of vacuous self-satisfaction. The sinister entrance of “Belial,”
always with the most unexpected harmonic turns, makes the flibbertigibbet
an easy and fair target. The serious and detailed alto recitative makes
clear that the results of this behavior are disastrous.
This cantata comes down to us in a broken and incomplete form. The violin
obbligato for the literally thorny tenor aria is missing. John Harbison
has provided the suitably spiky and virtuosic violin part. The soprano
recitative provides a change of tone, introducing the positive affect of the following chorus.
Embedded in the chorus is an elaborate and richly detailed duet for
soprano and alto. In keeping with the cantata's fragmentary nature, there is no concluding chorale.
Today's performance is from a 1997 recording by the Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra and Choir under the direction of Ton Koopman. Maestro Koopman chose to orchestrate for oboe one of Robert Levin's reconstructions of the missing violin obbligato in the tenor aria. Enjoy!
I had an errand to run, to pick up a prescription refill at CVS, and decided to visit the Brookside Ave. wetland, which is right behind CVS, while I was in the area. Brookside is a secondary feeder for Burd Run, one of the major creeks in the area. I hang out there a lot in the Summer because there are usually two or more Green Herons there and a wide variety of butterflies and dragonflies; it's a nature photographer's heaven! It's never struck me as a particularly interesting place in Winter, though.
How wrong I was. With the usual lush Summer foliage gone, there are places and and perspectives invisible in the Summer months, and I got to see some of them today. Not to mention capturing a flying v of Canada Geese flying away as I approached the area, and getting a shot of another feral cat in an adjacent field on the way home. For a short visit while out on an errand this was a particularly productive shoot!
This small flock of Canada Geese flew off as I approached
Today was overcast, threatening rain, with temps in the 40s. And still no snow. Hmmmmm... Still, there were things to see on my weekly walk in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park, especially in the critter world. One of the resident Muskrats in the north duck pond was out for a swim and a snack; it kept diving and coming up chewing, so apparently the midwinter Duck Weed was fairly tasty. Also one of the resident feral cats was keeping an eye on me from the woods across the pond and on the other side of the creek, weaving in and out of the underbrush like a ghost.
But the most interesting sight today was the group of hybrid ducks who so graphically demonstrated the inherent promiscuity of Mallards. Mallard drakes will pretty much mount anything that quacks, and this results in an infinite variety of results. In fact, the Mallard promiscuity created the modern domestic duck species in all their diversity. This morning it was interesting to see a group of ducks hanging out together who all had different colorings but still carried the print of Mallard patterning. And I'm pretty sure the darkest one was the love child of a Mallard and one of the Indian Runners who were hanging out with the flock last Summer. In any case, come walk with me and take in the sights.
Emerging from the tunnel under the railroad tracks
A Blue Jay hanging out (and as usual making a lot of noise) in the wetland
A shelf fungus along the trail by the red bridge
Duck down on the forest floor by the north duck pond
One of the resident Muskrats out for a swim on the north duck pond
The ghost cat keeping an eye on me from across the pond
Today we enter the pre-Easter season with Septuagesima Sunday (70 days before Easter). Bach wrote three cantatas for this Sunday, and today we'll be listening to the first one, BWV 144 Nimm, was dein ist, und gehe hin (Take what is yours and go, Leipzig 1724). The theme is be satisfied with what you have and don't ask for more, taken from the parable in Matthew 20 about the workers all being paid the same pay despite some arriving much later. Here's Ryan Turner of Emmanuel Music on this cantata:
Composed in 1724 in Leipzig, the text for the opening chorus of BWV
144 is one of the shortest in all the cantatas. It comes from our Gospel
reading today, Matthew 20:14 – “take what is yours and depart.” This
gospel passage frames the central theme of the cantata that we should
accept what we have and what we are; we should not be seeking anything
better.
Bach sets the opening chorus as a fugue in the manner of a
17th century motet with the orchestra doubling the voices. The fugue
subject is resolute and decisive, reflecting the vineyard owner’s
command. The countersubject on the text “gehe hin,” first heard in the
tenors is busier and represents the departing workers. A brief middle
episode, characterized by a series of held suspensions may perhaps
suggest the workers still congregating around the vineyard, hoping for
more, and reluctant to leave. The alto aria presents a somber and
serious character. The text, grumble not when things do not go your way,
is colored with low and dark writing for strings and voice. The
movement in the lower strings gives a sense of disgruntled muttering.
The familiar chorale that follows re-states the main theme of the
cantata: What God does is well done.
The brief tenor recitative sends a warning: “where there is
discontent there will be grief and sadness; and as a consequence, we may
forget that what God does is done well.” The essential word of the
soprano aria, “Genรผgsamkeit” –contentment, is repeated almost
obsessively. A simple, personal aria with oboe d’amore, Bach’s choice
not to set it as a da capo aria seems to emphasize the notions of
satisfaction and gratification. The closing chorale, a four part setting
of “Was mein Gott will, das gscheh allzeit,” makes a specific point on
the final word “verlassen”----in the context of God never abandoning us----with a melisma in the tenor line.
Today is overcast with a threat of rain, so I decided to wander around town and do an in-town black & whitephoto shoot, something I haven't done in a while. What got my attention this time was the Victorian/Gothic ornamentation on some of the older houses, so that was the theme of this shoot, although I did manage to get some non-architectural shots, too.
East King St. scene
Pennsylvania Gothic I
Pennsylvania Gothic II
Pennsylvania Gothic III
Graves on the site of the original Lutheran church on the corner of Orange and Queen
Gingerbread ornamentation on McLean House on King St.
Well, it's February now and still no significant snow. This tends to render the scenery a bit boring from week to week, so this time I decided to concentrate on the animals who hang around. Birds came to mind first; the day is warm (we're getting up to around 60ยบ F this afternoon, which is very rare in these parts) and the birds were being very vocal about it. But I also found a Gray Squirrel climbing around on a tree branch and a Groundhog getting a little sun just outside of the east end of the meadow.
Out On a Limb
A Song Sparrow on a Sycamore in the wetland singing the morning away
A Mockingbird by the north duck pond giving me the patented Mocker Glare™
A Murder of Crows (there was a Red-shouldered Hawk cruising nearby and these guys were getting set to mob it)
This Groundhog was enjoying the unusually warm weather and catching some rays
Bach wrote just two cantatas for the fourth Sunday after Epiphany. For today I've chosen the latest known of his liturgical cantatas, BWV 14, Wรคr Gott nicht mit uns diese Zeit (Were God not with us at this time, Leipzig 1735). This is a chorale cantata based on a hymn by Martin Luther, the theme being God's protection, inspired by the Gospel reading for the day, Matthew 8:23-27, about the storm on the Sea of Galilee and Jesus calming it. Here's Michael Beattie of Emmanuel Music:
Today’s cantata, Wรคr Gott nicht mit uns diese Zeit, BWV 14
is Bach’s latest extant work in the cantata genre, dating from January,
1735. The outer movements employ Martin Luther’s texts based on Psalm
124 (a hymn of deliverance and communal thanksgiving) while the inner
movements are concerned mainly with heavy-handed metaphors for sin: war
and natural disaster from which God’s protection is required. Bach
responded to this somewhat exasperating text with a work both learned
and quirky.
The apparent academic severity of the opening chorus belies a
dense and fascinating compositional interior. The entrance of each
theme (an embellished choral phrase) is followed almost immediately by
its inversion - with the eventual appearance of the augmented chorale
tune in the oboes and trumpet. This is merely the starting point for an
almost exhaustive exploration of contrapuntal possibilities.
Extraordinary concentration is required of both listener and performer -
as well as an acceptance that much will be missed on first hearing.
The virtuoso soprano aria comes as a startling contrast and
clears the air with its delightful orchestration (trumpet fanfares and
busy string figuration) and an almost humorous setting of the text. Bach
consistently sets the word Schwach [weak] in the lowest
(weakest?) part of the soprano’s range. The writing seems a nod to the
pre-classical style in its harmonic simplicity and rhythmic playfulness.
This seems appropriate given that the battle imagery (so prevalent in
the orchestration) suggests an ‘enemy’ blustery and impressive, if
somewhat shallow.
With the tenor recitative, we turn to water imagery to
describe the snapping jaws of sin. The singer’s line is fantastically
disjunct while the bass line roars like a Nor’easter.
The bass aria is a showpiece for the singer, two oboes and a
very active bass line. The three note motive heard in the oboes mirrors
the first three notes of the chorale tune and (like the opening chorus)
is often inverted. The bass enters with ferocious confidence. Careful
listeners will discern the oboe’s material in the second part of the
phrase: ‘...sind wir vor den Feinden frei’ [...we are safe
from our enemies]. The ubiquitous water imagery is found in the second
part of the text, perhaps explaining florid instrumental writing.
The chorale is remarkable mainly for its interesting suspensions and syncopations in the inner voices.
There was something formless and perfect before the universe was born. It is serene. Empty. Solitary. Unchanging. Infinite. Eternally present. It is the mother of the universe. For lack of a better name, I call it the Tao.
It flows through all things, inside and outside, and returns to the origin of all things.
The Tao is great. The universe is great. Earth is great. Man is great. These are the four great powers.
Man follows the earth. Earth follows the universe. The universe follows the Tao. The Tao follows only itself.
Tao Te Ching, Chapter 25 Translation by Stephen Mitchell
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